Young, Alexander Bell Filson.Sands of pleasure. †$1.50. Estes.
A young engineer is the hero of this tale, busy in the first part with constructing a light house on the Cornish coast. The scene shifts to Paris when the reaction after work is of the pleasure seeking sort and deadly. The third part of the book presents the hero back from the scene of infatuations hard at work, effacing stains and memories.
“He is a photographer, not a painter, and his photographs will be merely unpleasant to some of his readers and frankly disappointing to others.”
“Mr. Filson Young has a better sense of style than sense of life. His work bears the hallmark of youth and inexperience.”
“A book that from first to last is stamped by a rare sanity and subtle wisdom. The scene of their dramatic parting and its petty, sordid cause is ... one of those little miracles of intuition which are the hallmarks of genius.” Frederic Taber Cooper.
“It is not a book for the young to read, but it is one that will work no harm to mature and balanced minds.” Wm. M. Payne.
“In our opinion, his book—lacking any moral idea or the forcible enunciation of any moral idea—is by no means suitable for mixed reading, and should be kept strictly to adults.”
“All through the book there is somehow a sense of strain, of tension, as if the author were trying to materialise some inspiration that kept ever evading him. Some of the descriptions are excellent and the book aboundsin happy phrases. But the final impression is disappointment.”
Young, Egerton Ryerson.Hector my dog. $1.50. Wilde.
“Is that rare thing, a book about dogs with which even those who love and understand dog nature will find no fault.”
Yulee, C. Wickliffe.Awakening: a Washington novel. $1.25. Neale.
Here is a picture of Washington projected on a screen, with the city,—its ideals, its types, and its institutions,—as a background. Well to the fore are the intrigues, political and social, which are intended to prevent the Honorable Arthur Montresor from securing a charming American wife whose “character had that froufrou which is inevitable with gay vivacity or fashion, but about which there was nothing tawdry—it was as graceful and refined as some exquisite lace.”
“The local color of the Capital of a few years ago is well given.”